Autumn Leaves

The leaves are falling, red and gold,
A tapestry of dying day,
A story that the year has told,
And whispers soft, then drifts away.

They dance and twirl upon the breeze,
A final, fleeting, graceful flight,
Then settle down beneath the trees,
To sleep throughout the winter's night.

So too, our youth begins to fade,
Our spring and summer pass us by,
And autumn hues our hearts invade,
As golden memories softly lie.